[for Greg]

[more_flexible]

[dated wednesday the 24th]

On the fourth day, Jack returned. He was hungry and tired and he'd finally had time to think. Now it was time to come back and face up to everything he'd done.

And undone.

He sauntered into the Compound as if he'd never been gone, took a shower and changed his clothes, the headed for the treehouse. He paused long enough to notice how the sky lightened as the sun rose. It was a new day and maybe things would work out. He had come to terms with his lies and his fears. What he wanted. What a child he'd been.

He opened the door and noticed Ianto wasn't on the sofa, but didn't dwell on it long. He went directly to Greg's room, closing the door behind him.

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[misanthrope_md]

House gasped. "Jack, you... you know you're... really good at that..."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Mmm-hmm," he hummed around him, looking up for a second before drving down and drawing back, his hands slipping under his ass just to hold on.

[misanthrope_md]

"Jack... god, Jack, fuck, that's..." He opened his eyes so he could watch.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Every time he had it deep in his throat, he couldn't keep from groaning, his eyes rolling back behind closed lids. When he pulled back, almost letting go every time, he looked up at Greg before dragging his tongue swiftly over the slit and dropping back down.

[misanthrope_md]

House reached out and tangled a hand in Jack's hair, lifting his hips almost involuntarily and moaning. "Please," he whimpered, "oh god, baby, please..."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack was unrelenting. He pulled at Greg's hips, sucking him hard and fast and wet, tongue always moving, lips so damn tight. He could make it last, draw it out, but not now. Not when he'd been thinking about it for four days.

[misanthrope_md]

House wasn't really too concerned with it lasting either, not when Jack was working at him like that. He started to say his name again, but it just came out as a strangled gasp as his fingers tightened in Jack's hair and he came.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He breathed in sharply through his nose, swallowing hard. As fast as it had started it was over, but he wasn't ready to let go. Not just yet. He did let go of Greg's ass to reach back and hold his hand as he licked him clean then laid his head on his hip.

[misanthrope_md]

House smiled and stroked Jack's hair. "You're spoiling me, you know. I've started to think that mind blowing sex is like, the norm."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"You mean it isn't?" he grinned.

[misanthrope_md]

"Not for us mere humans," House said with a smirk. "So..." He slid his hand over Jack's neck. "Four days, huh? Is there something I can help you with?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He laid quietly for a minute, then pulled up the bottoms and moved up to lay on his shoulder. "Not right now. Later, okay?"

[misanthrope_md]

House looked surprised, but then just nodded. He wanted to ask if anything was wrong, but... that might be a bit premature. "I suddenly find myself wanting to get a little more sleep myself," he murmured.

He closed his eyes, and then added, "I'm glad you're back, baby. But if you pull that shit again I won't be as glad next time."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He nodded and settled in closer, glad he didn't have to explain why he wanted to wait. He was on the edge of falling asleep, too, warm and comfortable next to Greg when he had a flash of a thought and sat up, kissed him, and hurried up to his room to put a halt to any hunting for his corpse.